The Elephant was dying of starvation, and a kind-hearted person presented him with an acidulated drop.
Note.—It is well-nigh incredible that any Philosopher should be so ignorant of Natural History as to imagine that any Elephant would accept an acid drop, even if it was on its last legs for want of nutrition.
The conclusion of this anecdote would seem to be either lost, or unfit for publication.—H. B. J.
There was once a famous Violinist who serenaded his Mistress every evening, performing the most divine melodies upon his instrument.
But all the while she was straining her ears to listen to a piano-organ round the corner which was playing "Good-bye, Dolly Gray!"
The Performing Lioness kisses her Trainer on the mouth—but only in public.
The Candle complained bitterly of the unpleasantness of seeing so many scorched moths in her vicinity.